Gentle Robert becomes a new Eve
by Kresha Matay
My parents died in an automobile accident shortly after I was born.
The probate court decided that I was to be raised by my mother's
younger sister, my Aunt Lilly, in accordance with my parent's will. My
Aunt, barely an adult herself, just twenty-one years old, was my only
living relative. Little did the court realize that Aunt Lilly
unfortunately lacked the necessary knowledge, experience and most
importantly, attitude to raise me like a "normal" boy. That's not to
say that Auntie raised me poorly ... only much differently! I'm sure
the reader will better understand as my story unfolds. Auntie had
herself been brought-up in a fatherless household. My grandfather had
run away leaving my grandmother to raise their two young daughters all
by herself. Granny, after her husband left her, became a very
disillusioned and spiteful woman, hating all men and teaching her two
daughters that men, as a gender, should never be trusted. Somehow my
mother overcame grandma's teachings, met my father, got married and had
me. Aunt Lilly, on the other hand, accepted my grandmother's opinions
as fact and never dated, remaining, to my knowledge, a virgin.
She was from the "old school". This meant that I wasn't allowed to
play with the other children if the group included any boys and even
certain girls of whom she didn't approve. Namely those who were
impolite, rude, rough, loud-spoken and/or aggressive by her standards.
Over a period of just a few years she excluded every normal boy from my
small circle of friends. This eventually excluded all the children
since those she didn't drive away choose not to play with me. Aunt
Lilly, by todays standards, raised me to act more like a girl than a
boy. The kids thought of me as a "sissy". By this I mean, sensitive,
polite, courteous and obedient to my elders, especial females. This
exclusion from having any friends my own age fostered my desire to be
with adults as much as possible since they were more receptive towards
my sensitive nature. Of course this really meant adult women since I
seldom encountered any adult males except as tradesmen or the husbands
of my Aunt's friends and most of the time I was "shielded" from them by
either the maid, the cook or my Aunt. I always wanted to be with the
adults, especially my Aunt and her lady friends. I discovered, at an
early age, that being with women was more interesting.
In some other ways my aunt allowed me freedoms that other children
never experience. I never went to public school. Our inheritance
allowed Aunt Lilly, a certified schoolteacher, to quit her job in order
to channel all her efforts towards my education and upbringing.
Obviously this one on one relationship meant we spent most of our days
and evenings together. I was therefore further ahead of students my
own age and well versed in subjects about which they knew very little
... if anything. I studied the classics, art, poetry, literature and
foreign languages. Social graces, courtesies and manners were always a
daily part of my education. In addition, I gained a working knowledge
of the finer arts by joining my Aunt at concerts, plays, art exhibits
and poetry readings. This made me more aware of adult interests and
assisted me greatly whenever I conversed with them.
If sociologists are correct, then my environment was the reason I
became what I am today. In my early childhood years, Auntie kept
careful watch over me in order to shield me from what she considered
"negative" influences. This meant I was never far from her sight.
Where she went, so went I. This even included those "special" women's
places that males dare not venture into for fear of being embarrassed.
Each week, Auntie spent part of her leisure time at the beauty shop
having her hair styled and her nails manicured. When she went, so did
I. While she was having her hair done, I would sit quietly, watching
how the women were transformed by the scissors, combs and brushes. The
fantasy of being "fussed" over and pampered at the hands of an adult
woman enhanced the warm glow I felt just being there. Even at my age,
I thoroughly enjoyed listening to their feminine slanted conversations.
This was "their" special domain, free of any intrusion by males. A
place where the women could" let their hair down" and speak openly on
subjects they wouldn't dare talk about in front of their husbands. I
learned many things about the inner workings of the female mind while
waiting for my Aunt to have her hair done.
In department stores and fashion boutiques we would browse the finer
dress and lingerie departments "hand in hand". Whenever Auntie went
shopping for dresses, skirts, blouses or even lingerie, there I was, in
the dressing room, sitting on the floor, with Auntie standing over me.
Aunt Lilly for all her male-hating was still a very beautiful woman
with excellent tastes in clothing and always enjoyed looking her best.
She once explained her attitude as; 'I dress to please myself, no one
else!' Secretly, I think she enjoyed being admired by males so she
could "put them in their place" ... as she often did. Auntie never
felt uncomfortable letting me see her try on clothes, or in different
states of "undress". If a "snooty" saleswomen dared to look askance,
my Aunt either left the store immediately or asked for another
saleslady. This closeness between us didn't change like it does for
most boys until I was long past my tenth birthday. At which time, she
finally decided I was too old to go along with her inside these special
places for women only, not because she was ever embarrassed, but
because the other women in the dressing areas were becoming nervous by
my presence. I didn't realize till much later in my childhood how
these shopping trips with my Aunt would help me. She must have
suspected, even though I myself didn't at the time, that I really
enjoyed these excursions with her into the world of women's fashions.
Aunt Lilly was very popular and had many friends. When we visited the
homes of her female friends, I of course, went with her. She never
left me in the hands of a sitter and also felt that it wasn't the
responsibility of either the maid or the cook to watch me. Her lady
friends eventually came to accept my constant presence at all of their
social functions, even when their own children (some younger than I),
would be outside playing together or had been left at home in the care
of a baby-sitter. In the beginning I would sit quietly and unnoticed,
secretly listening to their conversations. Early on, Auntie had warned
me never to speak out or to divulged anything I might have overheard.
As the women gained confidence that their conversations would remain
private their fear of my exposing their secrets lessened and finally
disappeared altogether. As I grew a little older I was allowed to
leave my chair and play with my miniature cars around the dinning-room
table, never far from where Auntie sat, while the women talked. If
their husbands were around, the men always adjourned to the family room
and the kids went out to play. No matter whose house we were visiting
the ladies stayed and talked while the men left to watch TV or play
cards. After awhile, involved in their conversations, they would
totally forget I was crawling around the floor at their feet.
One day, after Thanksgiving dinner and the clean-up had been competed,
I was once again on the floor playing with my toys. I must have been
about seven at the time. One of my toy cars accidentally rolled under
the long dinning table completely out of sight. The women, all dressed
up in their best holiday outfits and totally relaxed after the huge
meal, had moved to the far end of the table so they could talk without
being disturbed by the men who where again watching an endless series
of football games. Not wishing to interrupt my Aunt or her friends, I
gently lifted the drape of the lace tablecloth and silently crawled
under the table from the end opposite from where they sat. It was
difficult to see where my toy car might have rolled because the
tablecloth blocked out most of the light. After my eyes became
accustomed to the semi-darkness I began to search for my lost toy,
crawling from one end of the table towards the other. Being extremely
careful not to bump into any outstretched legs, I crawled through the
"forest" of nylon-clad legs stretched before me towards where I
supposed my toy had rolled.
Suddenly my progress was blocked by two sets of nylon-clad legs ahead
and also behind me. Having nowhere to go, I was forced to sit and wait
until my escape route reopened. Bored at having to wait, I looked
around and inadvertently discovered I was able to see up the casually
splayed legs of the two women on either side of me. Slipping lower to
the carpet enabled me to easily see up past their spread knees, beyond
where their nylons met the garters, all the way to where their thighs
joined their bodies. A flashback, of a previous visit with my Aunt to
a store dressing-room, enabled me to recall the name of the garment to
which the garters were attached ... a girdle. Most of the women, I
later realized, didn't really need the benefits derived from a girdle,
they just never dressed up without wearing one (Auntie later told me it
was a "southern" thing).
At my young age, seeing up their legs wasn't sexy, but instead,
humorous. Covering my mouth so as not to laugh and thereby give myself
away, my eyes strained to see between one woman's open thighs and the
other's. Looking under their casually displaced skirts, I was
spellbound by the two different styles of girdles, slips and panties
they wore. In my mind I tried to remember which women's legs were
displayed before me ... unsuccessfully. Unable to contain my
admiration for the beautiful lace on the bright red slip worn by the
woman to my right, I gingerly stretched my fingers out to touch it.
Finding out that I could safely do so without being discovered I
further availed myself of the opportunity, running my fingertips gently
across the silky smooth material. This was the first time I had ever
touched women's undergarments.
"Oh, how wonderful it must feel against their skin to wear such
beautiful underclothes!" I mused.
I continued my examinations of the two women's lingerie touching the
material whenever a safe opportunity became available. When my path
finally re-opened, I decided I needed to see more women's underwear.
Silently sliding across the silent carpet, from chair to chair, I
studied each woman's lingerie in turn, making mental notes on how the
garters attached to the welts of their nylons, the different patterns,
shades, and colors of the hose and how when a woman crossed her legs
her naked under-thighs became exposed. I investigated the different
lace patterns on each of their slips as the back portions dangled
before me. The bright colors, while muted by the diffused light,
entranced me. Each lady was different enough in the way she sat and
what she wore to fascinate me. I didn't understand, at that tender
age, why I was mesmerized by the sights before me, I just was! Knowing
I shouldn't be there and nervous about being discovered, I began to
turn around to make my escape when I gently bumped my left hip against
the dangling pump of one of the women as she adjusted her position. I
heard her say to her friends.
"I'm sorry, I hope I didn't hurt whoever I just kicked."
There was a momentary pause and then, when they realized she hadn't
kicked any of them, all six women, including Auntie, reached under the
table, lifted the cloth and peered into the now brightly lit area. I
had just enough time to turn my eyes towards the carpet, acting as if I
was searching for something.
"Young man, what are you doing down there?" One of the ladies asked in
a most suspicious voice.
"Yes! What are you doing under the table?", demanded another.
Trying to look and sound lost, I directed my answer towards my Aunt.
"Auntie, my red car rolled under one of these chairs and I couldn't
find it because there wasn't enough light to see anything when the
tablecloth was down. Please, could someone help me find it, it's my
favorite!"
By chance, I had not only given the perfect response, but I had been
polite in doing so. Obviously, the women concluded, if it was too dark
to see my car, it was too dark to "see" anything else. They were
immediately placated, a few tittering at themselves because they had
jumped to their supposed mistaken conclusion that I was rudely staring
up their legs, even though I really was. To make amends to me but even
more so to my Aunt for implying that her nephew had been rude, they
helped me locate my lost toy. One woman discovered that it had rolled
against her char leg, obviously hidden from my view. My age, the lack
of light and their finding my toy reassured them that I was absolutely
innocent of any possible wrong doing. Politely thanking them for their
help, I crawled out from under the table, whereupon those that had been
my initial accusers offered me a hug and a kiss on the cheek. As I
left the immediate area, I overheard one women state.
"We must have been acting paranoid to even suggest that young Robert
was being rude. If it had been anyone else's child, including my own
two sons, it might have been true. Robert, however, is the most polite
and courteous young boy I've ever met. Lilly you should be very proud
of the way you've raised him. He's a perfectly mannered young Southern
gentleman. I wish my sons were more sensitive like Robert. It's so
hard today to raise a boy to be refined. They have somehow picked up
the mistaken idea that manners are for sissies. He's also the
prettiest little boy I know. He's sure to grow up into a handsome man.
Well, maybe I'll be lucky and he'll be my son-in-law one day. My
daughter could sure do worse."
That night, in my room, I reconstructed the incident in my mind,
discovering that I enjoyed "fooling" the women and that I "liked"
looking up their skirts. What I came to realize was I liked seeing and
touching their attractive lingerie. I liked the different colors. I
prized how pretty each woman's slip looked with it's shiny colors and
it's lace edges. I especially enjoyed the sounds their nylons made as
they crossed and recrossed their legs. The last thought I remember,
before sleep overtook me was ... "I sure wish I wore pretty clothes
like my Aunt and her friends do!"
That wasn't the last time I crawled under the table to stare up women's
skirts. Any time the ladies got together I would invent a reason (if
caught) to be under their chairs. Most of the time I went
undiscovered. Whenever I was careless, the worst that happened was my
being asked to get out from under the table and play somewhere else.
In fact, it got to the point where if someone did kick another woman's
foot, instead of apologizing to her friend they apologized to me, even
if I wasn't under the table. Whenever this happened, the women would
snicker amongst themselves. Oh, sometimes one or another might
remember I could be down there and modestly adjusted the drape of her
skirt or the way she sat. But for the most part, they either forgot
about me, thought I was too young for it to matter or they never
realized how much they exposed to someone lying up under their chairs.
Again, let me remind the reader, I wasn't interested in seeing their
bodies ... just their lingerie. I had no knowledge of the subject of
sex, or at this age, even realized that the genders were different. I
just liked the way women's lingerie looked and wished I could wear
pretty clothes like they did.
Aunt Lilly, during her weekly quests for new attire, began asking me
for my comments upon her selections. Since she seemed to value my
opinion I began to actively, yet secretly, study women's fashions. In
order to do so it was necessary to understand the different materials,
cuts, style lengths and colors of feminine apparel. The initial stages
of my quest for feminine knowledge took the form of comparing women
when they weren't conscious of my appraisal. I scrutinized the manner
in which women dressed, how they walked, how they talked and how they
carried themselves. I spent every possible moment of free-time from my
normal studies secretly scanning department store catalogs and my Aunt
Lilly's women's magazines, paying particular attention to the clothing,
shoes and lingerie. I committed to memory all the various types and
styles of feminine apparel. I studied any article describing the
benefits of the materials from which women's garments were
manufactured. In an effort to fully understand how these fabrics
"moved" when worn, I also studied women and young girls. Naturally I
took great pleasure in sneaking peeks up or down a woman's dress when
an unguarded moment offered itself. Most of the time, the woman never
even noticed me, but when a woman did catch me in the act, she usually
dismissed it as the normal actions of a curious young boy, or possibly
she may have considered it a compliment. As I assimilated each new bit
of information I became even more aware of the various undergarments
women wore to enhance their figures. The strangeness of many of these
"new" garments caused my curiosity to peak. At first, I was totally
confused, not being quite mature enough to discern why women would go
through the discomfort, in my opinion, of wearing these strange items
with all their "straps", "belts" and "padding",
In an effort to learn more about these strange garments, I would sneak
into my Aunt's room and "browse" through her closets and lingerie
drawers whenever I felt it was "safe". During one of these intrusions
I decided it was time that I learn the purpose or benefit women derived
from these strange undergarments. "Experience is the best teacher"
flashed through my mind. This was a motto I had often heard my Aunt
profess. Therefore, upon entering my Aunt's bedroom, I took her
advice, and began slipping into my Aunt's discarded lingerie.
Selecting a bra, a pair of matching panties, a girdle, some sheer
nylons, a slip, a dress and some heels ... I crossdressed in my Aunt
Lilly's clothes. I must admit it wasn't as unpleasant as I had
suspected to wear these "straps", "belts" or "pads", just strange!
When I looked at my reflected image in the mirror, I felt silly. I
didn't look at all like I had presupposed I would. Instead, I looked
just like a silly little boy dressed in his Aunt's oversized clothing.
Of course, my hair style was that of a boy. In addition, I had not
thought to fill the bra cups, thereby lessening the effect and making
the dress "hang" improperly. The outfit I had selected didn't match.
The dress was too big. The slip fell below the hem of the dress. I
hadn't used make-up or any jewelry to enhance my features. I also
didn't use the knowledge I had learned as to how a woman walked or
stood or gestured. The total effect was ridiculous. Even though the
sensations brought about by the silky materials were definitely
pleasurable, I still felt foolish. I did learn how the clothes
"helped" enhance a woman's figure and since this was my initial
purpose, I wasn't overly disappointed. Every now and again, I was
struck by the desire to repeat my experiment. Each time I felt more
pleased by the sensuousness of the clothing but still saw a young boy
acting silly.
Despite her having to educate me and our weekly shopping trips, my Aunt
found time to attend social functions aimed at furthering the cause of
women in society. As a small child, my attendance was looked upon by
the membership as perfectly normal. Auntie, for all her male- hating
beliefs, or maybe because of them, was a respected leader of various
women's organizations. Her wit, intelligence and organizational skills
were considered a valuable asset. Being financially independent of any
male enabled her to "meet" men as equals, thereby not being intimidated
by them and eventually earned her a leadership role. As I was her
"child" and always acted in a proper manner, I also was welcomed,
becoming somewhat of a "mascot".
Growing up, many of my opinions were directly influenced by concepts
expressed by my Aunt and her friends. I never felt that being polite
was a weakness of character as most boys do. My proper manners, soft
speech patterns and gentleness earned their complete trust. Aunt Lilly
often received compliments as to my genteel manners and deportment.
This always brought a glow of pride to my Aunt's features, bringing us
even closer together. As most of the women belonged to many of the
same organizations, I became quite familiar to them and vice-versa.
They eventually accepted me as a junior member of their organizations.
I think they felt they could start their "revolution" by converting me.
Therefore I was privy to all their conversations and plans to further
women's rights. I learned their feminine secrets. In addition, as
their mascot, I was always being hugged, tickled, squeezed and
innocently flirted with as part of my acceptance. As I was always
around and more importantly, had available time, many of the women
eventually felt comfortable enough to ask for my assistance with
different parts of their clothing. I can't count the number of times,
as a young boy, that I was asked to "brush off" their shoulders, button
their blouses in back, check the seam of their hose or even center the
zipper of their tight skirts. This afforded me ample opportunity to
discover what a mature woman felt like under her clothing. It
eventually developed into a game between the women and myself. I would
actively search out opportunities to "fix" their clothing and they
would challenge each other to expose more and more of their lingerie
covered bodies in an effort to see who would be first to refuse the
dares. Those few who did initially refuse, received such a chiding
from their peers, that eventually I was being asked to perform all
kinds of personal chores for the women. This included painting their
nails(both finger and toe), massaging their tired feet and calfs and
brushing their hair. Instead of "hating" these feminine "chores", as
most young boys would, I came to enjoy and look forward to them. As I
matured into my teenage years, I realized how much I enjoyed their
rituals of acceptance and sought ways to increase the number of
instances that I was hugged, squeezed, flirted with and kissed.
As my sophistication concerning feminine apparel grew, it became common
knowledge to the membership. They began asking for my opinion or
suggestions about the way they looked, how their clothes hung and if
their hair was fixed properly. I was always careful to tell the truth,
even when being negative, but in such a manner that I didn't offend. I
also discovered how easy it was to be liked and accepted by my Aunt's
friends simply by remembering to offer an unsolicited compliment.
Whenever I noticed a positive change in someone's hairstyle or dress I
would tell her how flattering it looked, or how it made her look
younger or thinner. This endeared me to them, again earning me
numerous hugs and kisses which I enjoyed and used in my adolescent
fantasies.
As I grew older, the fantasies became more complex. Initially, I tried
to pictured myself as "Lilly". I attempted to insert my mind into her
body, "feeling" what it was like when she dressed, walked and moved. I
would envision her dress draped over my imagined breasts, drawn tightly
across my firm derriere, as it swirled around my nylon encased knees
when I walked across a room in my 3" heels. I even imagined I could
"sense" as my breasts bounced with each step. I pictured my smoothly
shaven legs encased in sheer nylons and my arched feet "tapping across
the floor in high heels. I would visualize my maleness surrounded by
her silk panties and my balls "floating" within the delightfully cool
material. I did enjoy my illusions, but was always left wanting.
Therefore I was compelled to create new mental images.
In these new fantasies I became my Aunt's daughter instead of her
nephew. This was much more satisfying! Oh, how pleasant it would be
to share "our" being female. We could spend our days and nights
pursuing all the wonderful adventures my new identity would allow. Now
I could wear the dresses and lingerie. Now we could share each others
clothes. Now we could go to the beauty shop, have our nails manicured
and our hair styled while we eavesdropped on women's "mysterious"
conversations. When we went shopping I could actually try on the
dresses. I envisioned us "girl talking" over lunch, while being
flirted with by the waiters and the male customers. If I was her
daughter, she would no longer be concerned with being as modest in my
presence ... since we were both female. We would walk around the
house in the briefest of lingerie and even naked, if that's how we
felt. It was much easier to create new adventures while still staying
within my own body versus taking over my Aunt's.
The women became so comfortable with my constant presence that they
seldom bothered with being overly modest when I was around. A few even
"teased" me by purposely exposing their nylon-clad thighs and/or their
mature cleavage. They allowed me liberties which under other
circumstances they would have of thought un-lady-like. I was free to
tickle them, sit in their laps, rest my head against their breasts and
at times, when they were getting ready to go out and march, see them in
different states of undress. I was careful whenever this happened,
thereby never exposing my newly developing desires towards them. I'm
not sure if my Aunt was ever really "fooled" but she never spoke about
it. Of course the reader realizes this occurred over time. The women
and I developed a "special" warmth towards each other, which I
carefully nurtured and protected as I grew older and more aware. Maybe
because they placed such a high value on how they appeared to the
public and how they protected themselves from being embarrassed in the
presence of males was what made me feel that I was "special". As I
said before, "I was their mascot!"
One day, an important rally was to be held in the city park at which
women's equality was to be championed by the combined memberships of
the different women's groups. Unfortunately, for whatever reasons, few
women were in attendance at the pre-rally meeting. Seeing the
consternation on my Aunt's face over the small turn-out, I offered to
join the ladies to help "swell" their ranks. At first this was
rejected by most of the membership since I wasn't a female. They felt
my attendance would be construed as if I had been forced to attend,
therefore limiting the rally's effectiveness. During the discussion
over my "fitness" a smile grew on my Aunt's face. Getting the
attention of the group, my Aunt turned to me and asked?
"Robert, do you really want to help us? Would you be willing to do
anything we needed done to make the rally more successful?"
"Aunt Lilly, I am prepared to do whatever you or the ladies ask of me!"
I rashly stated.
"Wonderful! What we need is more women at the rally. What I propose
we do is dress you up as one of us, namely my niece! With the proper
clothes, hairstyle, make-up and coaching you should easily 'pass' as
one of us. Even one more female will help the cause! If you really
want to help ... this is the best way! Are you willing to go to this
length for us as you've promised, or are you a typical male, concerned
with only your own agenda?"
This wasn't what I had expected! Looking at the hopeful faces turned
towards me, I quickly realized this was a turning point in my
relationship with my Aunt's friends. If I turned down my Aunt's
challenge, I would never again enjoy their total friendship or trust.
I would never again be "safe" in their eyes. Quickly, I decided that
their acceptance and attentions were more important than any possible
embarrassment I might feel being in public dressed as a female.
Secretly, I relished the idea of wearing feminine attire, in public,
with my Aunt's approval! Nodding my head in acceptance, as I feigned
embarrassment, I whispered agreement to my Aunt's request.
"I will do whatever you need of me as I have already have promised!"
My response was greeted with cheers, followed by grateful hugs and
kisses from all those in attendance. After the room quieted down, a
discussion as to what was needed for my transformation was quickly
decided upon. Three of the ladies were sent out to purchase or bring
from their homes the clothes and other articles needed to transform me
into 'Eve'. A name they selected since I was to be the first new
"woman" taken from a man just as the original Eve had been. Since we
still had three hours before the rally was to begin, some of the women
got on the phones and began calling other members who had said they
weren't coming. They explained what I was prepared to do in the name
of women's equality, thereby "shaming" many of the absent members into
changing their minds and attending. This caused twenty-eight more
women to promise their support. As each new success was reported, I
became even more of a hero or should I say "heroine" than before,
earning me additional hugs and kisses.
When the three women returned, their arms laden with packages, my
gender transformation began. I was handed a pair of pink nylon panties
and told to change into them. As I turned to leave the room my Aunt
stated in a firm, no-nonsense voice. "Eve, there isn't time for you to
be modest! We have too much to do. We not only have to dress you as a
young lady but we need time to 'coach' you in how to walk, talk and
gesture properly. Just get undressed! All of us have seen naked boys
before. Who do you think changed all those messy diapers boys make as
babies. Now don't you be silly, do what I tell you!"
Whenever Aunt Lilly spoke in that voice, I knew better than to argue.
Within seconds I stood naked before the assembled women. Slipping one
foot then the other into the lace-edged openings, I "shimmied" the
tight panties up my legs over my thighs and around my waist. I
immediately remembered the difference women's panties felt against my
skin versus how my own male shorts felt. It was definitely a
pleasurable sensation. My buns felt "caressed" by the cool material,
while my penis and balls seemed to "float" within the cupping grasp of
the silky crotch. The women noticed I was getting semi-aroused and
began to giggle. My Aunt, in order to save me further embarrassment,
took charge.
Aunt Lilly directed two women to assist me in getting dressed while the
others watched. A waist-cincher with garters, then sheer nylons, a
bra, a full white nylon slip with exquisite lace at the bodice and hem,
a beautiful powder blue silk button-up-the-front "flair" dress and 3"
matching heels were next. The hem of the dress fell just below my
knees. One of the women had even remembered to bring a pair of false
breasts back to the meeting that had once been worn by her mother after
a double mastectomy. These had been inserted into the empty bra cups
and dramatically improved my appearance along with giving me the proper
"sway", "bounce" and weight of real breasts. A long-haired blonde wig,
nail polish, lipstick and make-up were applied. Clip-on earrings, a
diamond watch, rings and a gold cross and chain were added. The effect
was astounding! This wasn't like when I had crossdressed. This was
for real! Looking at myself in a mirrored wall I was amazed at how
these few items of feminine apparel when properly installed had
significantly changed my figure. I was also impressed at how
delightful properly fitted women's apparel felt. I now came to realize
why my Aunt felt so strongly that women were superior. I no longer
felt like a boy dressed in women's clothes ... I felt natural. I felt
like a woman! The clothes felt correct! I felt correct! These few
items made me feel pretty, sensuous and more alive ... definitely not
silly!
The two women, of course were totally pleased with themselves. They
had transformed the "ugly duckling" into the "beautiful swan". All
three of us were complimented equally by the others. As time was now
growing short, it was decided to forgo teaching me how to speak in a
more feminine pitch in lieu of practicing how to "move" as a female and
how to "sit" most properly. Each lesson was an imposing challenge!
The way my new clothes adjusted themselves to the way I stood, walked
or sat thrilled me. I had never realized the problems, nor the
exquisite joys women incurred wearing their attire. I learned how to
modestly cross my legs, how to adjust the drape of my skirt and how to
gently swing my hips instead of my shoulders when walking. Through-out
this coaching I never once lost the sensation of being female and more
importantly, pretty. I now began to wonder how different my life might
have been had I been born and raised as a girl. With each new example
of the differences, I decided that I would have enjoyed being female
much more. It was at that moment that my Aunt took my hand and gently
pulled me aside. Whispering, so the others couldn't hear, she stated.
"Enjoying yourself aren't you Eve! I've been watching you. Your
elated being dressed as a girl! You like looking pretty! And you are
pretty! Well, I'll let you in on a secret. I like it too! I think
you look much better as my niece than as my nephew! And don't think
you've been fooling me! I know you've been 'stealing' into my room and
wearing my lingerie and dresses. That's where I got the idea for you
to crossdress in the first place! Exhilarating being a female, isn't
it? How would you like to continue wearing girl's clothes with my
permission and assistance on a full-time basis? If fact, how would you
like becoming my niece Eve on a full-time basis? Just think of all the
fun things we could do together that you can't share with me as Robert.
How would you like to have your hair and nails done at the beauty shop
like I do each week? How would you like going clothes shopping,
entering the dressing rooms, trying on the pretty dresses, slips,
blouses and skirts instead of just waiting outside while I do it?
Think of all the fun we could have fooling people, especially men!
Think of how it would feel being "whistled at" by men who think your
pretty. Think of how it would feel lounging around the house in the
evenings in the most sensuous of peignoirs. Think of how it would feel
going to sleep in silken nighties and sheer negligees. Think how much
closer we could be if we were both females. Think of the two of us
helping each other to dress in the softest and silkiest of sensuous
lingerie! Think of how pretty you would feel not once in a while, but
everyday! You'd really like that, wouldn't you! Well, wouldn't you?"
I couldn't say anything at first. I was scared and at the same time
trilled at the prospect of living my life as a female. Questions and
answers flashed through my mind. For each concern about changing my
lifestyle an opposing opportunity or delight overcame it. When I ran
out of concerns and still came up with additional delights, I knew what
course I wanted, no, needed to take. Throwing myself into my Aunt's
arms, I whispered softly in her ear.
"Oh, Auntie, please let me become your niece! You can't believe how
much I want it. I didn't realize until this very moment how divine my
life could be as a woman! I can't believe how much satisfaction I
derive from properly dressing up as a female versus a male! The
clothes are wonderful, and your right, I do delight in being pretty! I
want to feel pretty every day! I never again want to be a Robert! I
want to become Eve! Your niece Eve. I'll do anything you ask if
you'll help me!"
Hugging me tightly to her breasts, my Aunt whispered.
"Make me proud of you at the rally and you'll get your wish! Now,
don't say anything about this to the other women, at least until they
see how successfully you cross-over into femininity. I have a plan
forming in my mind that still needs some refinement. Let's rejoin the
ladies while I work out the details."
The rally was a great success. My Aunt brought me on the platform and
promoted me as an example of who they were "fighting" for, namely their
daughters and their daughter's daughters. The crowd of onlookers, not
in the know, never suspected I was anything other than a lovely young
girl who should also be given the opportunities that young men were
afforded. I received a standing ovation. This brought a smile to my
Aunt's lips. When I performed a perfect curtsey, I was rewarded with a
hug. Later when we marched back to the meeting hall I was the center
of attention. All the women complimented me on my performance. I
received more hugs and kisses, even from those who had not quite been
certain I could carry it off. During the post-rally discussion one of
the more mischievous of the women ventured the idea that they should
crossdress me for other upcoming rallies. This was the opening my Aunt
needed.
"Ladies, let me have your attention! I think the last speaker has the
core of a great idea, but didn't take it to it's natural conclusion.
If Eve, see I'm already thinking of my nephew as my niece, is willing,
and I'm sure 'she' is, we can learn from this. This world will be a
better place if all young boys were brought up the same as young girls.
Wearing the same clothes and learning the same concepts of manners,
courtesy and those social graces practiced by women almost exclusively.
Then when they grew up, they wouldn't have this silly notion that they
were superior to women or feel they needed to be 'macho'. Women, after
all, don't have this 'need' amongst themselves. If the boys were
brought up in this manner many of the problems between the genders
would no longer exist! All of you have previously stated that you wish
your own sons and in most cases husbands had better manners, were less
aggressive and acted more sensitive towards women. How can they be, we
as 'mothers' have allowed them to be different. We have sanctioned
their feeling superior. We could eliminate young boys thinking that
becoming a soldier is a valid goal. Without soldiers, no armies,
therefore no wars. Think how silly it would look fighting a war
wearing heels and a dress. I know that's a bit extreme, but in 'Eve'
we have an opportunity to begin changing the system. Why don't we
begin by 'changing' my nephew permanently into my niece. We can use
'her' to perfect our methods of 'training' those males in our own
families. I think it would be a big help towards furthering the goals
of our organizations. From what Eve has told me as to how 'she'
enjoyed herself today I am confident 'she' would be a willing partner
in our plans. This may be our last real chance to change the world in
our lifetimes. What do you think, ladies?"
At first there was stunned silence. Then one woman in the back began
clapping her hands. Soon a second and then a third joined her. Within
seconds the entire assembly was clapping and cheering their approval of
my Aunt's idea. One woman, offered a treasure of clothes left by her
daughter when she went to live with her father. A third and a fourth
also offered clothing. A woman who owned a shoe store promised that I
could get all the shoes, bags and hose I needed at below cost.
Another, who owned a beauty shop promised me a complete make-over,
including electrolysis. One by one they all rallied to the cause.
Plans were made to take me shopping and to the beauty shop the very
next day. That's how it all began.
That evening, when we returned home, is one I'll always remember.
During the ride Aunt Lilly was silent. I was afraid I had done
something to offend her, or she was having second thoughts about
changing my lifestyle. Later, I found out I had nothing to worry
about. Auntie was simply formulating plans to herself. When we
finally arrived, Aunt Lilly directed me to sneak upstairs to her
bedroom and wait for her to join me. There she had me stand at the
foot of her great bed while she slowly walked around me, studying my
frame in detail. She carried with her a small notepad and every now
and again would jot something in it. When she was satisfied she had
written down everything she needed, she spoke.
"Well, are you still desirous of becoming my niece?"
"Oh yes, Auntie, I can't imagine anything I want more!" I exclaimed.
"Alright then, here's how we'll go about it. I'll let it be known that
I've become disenchanted with my nephew and sent him away to a private
boarding school. There aren't that many people that know you well,
outside the club, so your absence will be of little consequence. Then,
after you've adequately learned your new persona, I'll introduce you as
my niece Eve from your father's side of the family. Since he wasn't
from around here, no one will know he had no family, nor will they make
any connection between Robert and Eve. There are a few things though,
that will have to change around here. We will have to take Mary the
cook and Sarah the maid into our confidence. Since I overpay them, and
since they probably couldn't get better paying jobs anywhere else, I'm
sure they will accept you as Eve. Knowing Sarah, as well as I do, she
will probably enjoy the change more than you suspect. I'll tell you
about that later. If they agree, as I'm sure they will, they will
assist me in your transformation. That means that I will expect you to
obey them whenever they offer advice concerning how you should act or
when they correct you. In all other matters, they will remain the
servants. Do you understand?" I nodded my head in acceptance.
"Good! I will expect absolute compliance with my smallest wish, even
if you don't understand why. When you were younger, you may remember,
you received a 'spanking' when you failed to measure up to my
expectations. Be prepared for a repeat of those spankings for similar
reasons. I can not take the chance of some slip on your part causing
me to be embarrassed. Any mistakes will be quickly dealt with.
Knowing, however, how badly you want this transformation, I'm sure the
spankings will be few and far apart. You will also receive 'rewards'
when I perceive that you are advancing at a quicker rate than expected.
Your desire to become a female is obvious, however I have observed that
your sexual leanings are most definitely towards women. I've observed
you peering down the blouses and up the skirts of me and my
lady-friends. I consider this normal in an adolescent male. The
desire to see a naked woman is very strong at your age. Girls your age
don't usually have as strong a desire to view naked men, they're more
interested in their own changing bodies. This is understandable since
we women develop more interesting bodies. Don't you agree?"
Again, I nodded my head in agreement.
"Also, I've recently become aware that you've been staring up my dress
while you lie on the floor as we watch TV and Sarah has recently
mentioned that she's heard you outside her door. You've been peeking
through the key-hole haven't you? Don't bother to answer, it's true.
This afternoons adventure has probably saved you from a serious
spanking. I was preparing to punish you for sins against the women of
this household, but after your gallant performance and the success of
our rally, I'm forced to change my mind. In fact, I find it ridiculous
to entertain the idea of punishing you for acts that will become common
occurrences in your new lifestyle. By that I mean, in order for you to
become 'Eve' you should have a 'working' knowledge of a 'real' woman's
body. Therefore it will be necessary for you to see me, at times, in
the nude. Let me warn you however, that I am not to be viewed as a sex
object! If I catch you having more than curious thoughts over my
nudity ... the punishment will be most severe! I understand that
initially you will most probably have an erection. That's to be
expected, but later, I will demand you view my nudity as any other
female would, namely, only for matters of comparison with her own.
Sarah, will assist you most intimately with bathing and dressing, etc.,
and she will have to decide her own feelings on the subject and also
what liberties she may allow you. I don't suspect you'll have any
desires to see Mary naked. Now take of all your clothes."
My mind was a whirl. Not only was I going to enter the world of women,
eventually as an equal, but I was to be given that which no male had
ever been offered, that is, the opportunity to see my Aunt without
clothes. I still couldn't think of her "as naked". Wasting not a
moment, I began to disrobe. Now I discovered that this was more
difficult than I expected. The dress was easy enough and so was the
slip even though I later was taught to pull it over my head with my
arms crossed versus dragging it down my body and then stepping out of
it. Trying to remove my bra was impossible even when I first removed
my breast prosthetics. This of course, brought gales of laughter to
issue from my Aunt's lips.
"Not that way, you ninny!" she giggled. "Pull your arms out from the
straps, then slide the catches to the front and then unclasp them."
When I did as directed, I quickly understood why my Aunt preferred
"front-clasping" bras. I also developed a problem with the garters and
the hose. After I finally managed the garters I began to remove my
hose, dragging them down my legs like a boy removes his socks. That's
when my Aunt spoke up.
"That's how I discovered that you had been wearing my clothes. When
you crossdressed in the past and removed my nylons in that manner you
stretched the fabric so badly that I no longer could wear them. I
realized it couldn't be the other women in the household so it had to
be you."
"I'm sorry I ruined your nylons, Aunt Lilly, I didn't know any better.
I suppose I should be punished?" I meekly asked.
"We'll let it slide this time." she graciously replied.
Removing the waist-cincher was next. This presented no problem as it
clipped in front. As I slipped the panties down my legs I felt my
Aunt's hands squeezing my buns and commenting that she hoped that
hormone pills would "flesh me out" where it was needed. She also
studied my hips and the light brown trail of "fuzz" running from my
chest, down my stomach, past my belly-button and there joining the
pubic hair at my crotch. Lifting my ball sack she continued her search
for more offending follicles. It was done quite clinically and
therefore I reacted just slightly. Auntie's hands now moved to my
thighs and legs. There she discovered the early beginnings of coarse,
darker hair. Rising to stand before me she stated.
"We'll need to give you a bath tonight and remove all your body hair.
Since I'm not ready to present my new niece to the servants, I'll have
to help you trim your 'mound'. I wasn't prepared to be nude in your
presence this soon, but I refuse to get my clothes all wet either. Go
in my bath and run a tub and add plenty of my rose scented bath oils
and some of my bath bubbles. You'll find them on the window ledge.
When it's ready call me and then get in. I'll be there shortly."
I left the bedroom as directed. I had hoped to watch as my Aunt
disrobed, but she wouldn't allow it. Entering the bath, I did as
directed. When the bath oil beads struck the water the room became
filled with the sensuous scent of roses. Calling out to my
Aunt, I stepped in, sinking into the bubbles up to my neck. That's
when Auntie walked in wearing only a pair of white on white,
semi-sheer, silk panties.
She was beautiful! I had never before realized how well endowed she
was hidden under her clothes. My eyes were quickly drawn to the large
pink nipples and the equally large rose colored aureole surrounding
them. Looking up to my Aunt's face I saw her studying my reaction. A
blush of pride at my obvious enchantment formed upon her cheeks. A
small smile of self-esteem also appeared. As she regained control, I
quickly lowered my eyes to the silk covered center of her womanhood.
The panty material was sheer enough to see the small area of darkness
directly above the outline of her nether lips. I had hoped to see her
totally naked and while I was mesmerized by her firm breasts, I was
still disappointed in that I wasn't able to see "all" of her
femininity. It must have shown on my face. That's when she said.
"Disappointed are you? OK, let's see if you deserve a reward. Stand
up!"
I quickly rose, the bubbles gently sliding down my chest and stopping
when they met those "hanging" below my waist, effectively blocking any
view of my male organ.
"Brush away those bubbles!", my Aunt ordered.
Wondering why, but knowing better then to ask, I did as ordered. There
lay my maleness, shrunken by the heat of the water to a flaccid two
inches. Meeting the cooler air, it began to naturally grow and rise as
I stared at my Aunt's ample breasts, but still at a slow pace. My Aunt
was surprised. She had expected me to have a raging "hard-on" after
seeing her nakedness. Her total lack of experience with men had never
given her the knowledge as to what occurs when the male organ is
inserted into a tub of steaming hot water. I realized it wouldn't
remain this way very long and asked if I could return to the water as I
was getting cold. Bravely, not waiting for her reply I again sank down
into the enveloping clouds of bubbles. Aunt Lilly paused for a moment
and then said.
"I was willing to sacrifice these silk panties because I didn't want to
have to look at your erection. Since you seem to be able to control
yourself better than I expected, I see no real reason for getting them
'water-spotted'. You would eventually have had to see me naked
anyway."
With that statement my Aunt slipped out of the last defense her
womanhood had against my curious eyes. There she stood, a combined
vision of Venus, Aphrodite and Diana. Flashing through my mind was the
image of the painting "September Morn" and the thought of the men who
she had "cheated" by remaining a virgin. She was beautiful ... no,
more than beautiful, she was gorgeous! Thinking aloud, I stuttered.
"Y-Y-Your g-g-g-gorgeous! Oh! I'm sorry Aunt Lilly, but you are!
There isn't a blemish or fault anywhere on your body. Your perfect!
If I could one day look like you I would have all my fantasies
fulfilled. I can't find the words to tell you what a vision of beauty
and graceful femininity you project. Aunt Lilly, whenever I've been
really 'good' please let my reward be to see you as you are now. If
this were to be the prize, I can't imagine anything that I would work
harder at in order to achieve such an honor!"
My Aunt just smiled for a moment and then said.
"I'll decide what your rewards might be, but don't get disappointed,
I'm sure you'll enjoy them! Now lift up one of your legs and I'll show
you how to shave it. Pay close attention, you'll be doing the other
one."
After learning how to shave my legs, I learned how to shave my armpits
and even the "fuzz" on my stomach and chest. Auntie explained that
hormone pills would quickly eliminate most of my body hair, but for now
we must do it the old way. It was at this point that my Aunt reached
into the tub and released the stopper. My first thought was the bath
was over. As I began to rise I felt Aunt Lilly's hands on my chest
holding me in place. When the water reached just above my balls,
Auntie replaced the stopper and climbed into the tub with me. She
knelt between my spread legs, grasped my flaccid penis in her left hand
a began shaving my pubic hair. The only thing that saved me from
attaining an erection was my fear that the razor might slip. With a
few deft strokes she reduced the hair covered area to the same size as
her own mound. As quickly as my fear diminished, that's how fast my
member grew. Within seconds it had reached it's full five inches. I
sheepishly looked up at my Aunt with an unspoken question upon my lips.
"Don't be concerned! I knew what to expect. I am glad however to see
that you remembered my warning. This doesn't count. I expect you to
become aroused when a woman touches your penis. I am surprised by it's
size for one so young. Yes, I know what size is normal. No matter
what you may think you know about me ... you don't know everything!
Just as your mother did, I experimented with men when I was younger.
I, unlike your mother, didn't enjoy it as much. If you must know, I
prefer women. There, it's out in the open. That's what I meant when I
alluded to the fact that Sarah might enjoy being naked in front of you.
She's not only our maid, she's my lover, but she also enjoys men. Are
you shocked?"
Pausing a Moment to collect my thoughts, I replied cautiously.
"I don't think shocked is the correct word. More surprised, than
shocked. I often wondered how you controlled the urges I heard the
other women whisper about when they thought I was out of range. I
assumed you masturbated just as they did. It certainly doesn't matter
to me who you make love to, especially now! What little I know about
Lesbian love-making, it must be beautiful. Maybe someday, if I go all
the way and truly become a woman in every way, I'll find out. I am
shocked that you've experimented with men. I always thought you hated
the very idea of sex with a man. I'll probably make you mad and will
probably deserve a spanking for this, but, I've always fantasized that
one day your love for me would overcome your grudge against men and you
would 'teach' me the pleasures of love-making. Before you get mad at
me, please let me finish. I've read that most young boys desire their
mothers. It's called an Oedipus complex. Since I've never known my
mother and since you've been more to me than most mothers are to their
sons, I think it's natural that I would fantasize about making love
with you. Please don't be too upset with me?"
"Ha! Ha! Ha!" My Aunt exclaimed. "So you've been playing with
yourself while fantasizing about me. I think that's wonderful! I have
another confession to make, but before I do, let's dry off and slip
into a couple of my nightgowns. Pick out one of my bra
and panty sets from my drawers, I'm sure you know which drawers I keep
them in, fill it with your falsies, while I pick out the nightgowns."
Wasting little time, I did as directed, wondering what my Aunt had
found so funny about my profession of desire for her. I had expected
to be punished, but it seemed that I might not. I selected a soft rose
colored set of undies, inserted my breast forms, took the virginal
white gown from my Aunt fingertips, slipped it over my head and arms,
girlishly spun around, relishing the garments sensuous feel as it
floated around me and joined my Aunt on the edge of her bed.
"Robert, I need to call you by your male name for the moment even
though you look wonderful in my gown. I've also been distressed by a
recurring fantasy-like dream of my own. It starts out with me
questioning my reflected image in my dressing table mirror. In the
dream, I'm asking myself if it's possible that I 'gave up' on sex with
men too soon. Maybe I just didn't 'find' the 'right' young male to
share sex with because I quit after only two shallow experiences.
Maybe I expected too much from my inexperienced lovers. I tell my
image that it doesn't matter anymore since I'm now too old to start
over again. My image replies that I'm only thirty-five and definitely
not too old. It states, 'There are lots of men who would jump at the
chance to have a relationship with you.' Thinking I've won the
argument, I snap back, 'All those men are exactly the reason I gave up
on men before. All they want is to use me for their own satisfaction.
Where can I find a male with the sensitivity I crave? Where can I find
a male interested in satisfying my needs along with his? Where could I
find a male who afterwards wouldn't boast that he was the one who had
finally made "it" with the "Ice Princess". Where? Where? Where?'
It's at this point that my image begins to fade into that of a new
face. It's yours Robert! That's when I wake up. Now you know why I
was laughing at your fantasy about me. Over the last six months, 'the
dream' has intruded into my sleep more and more frequently. I've come
to the realization that I enjoy the dream' and hope, each night, that
it reoccurs. That's why I didn't punish you when I caught you staring
up my skirts. In fact, sometimes I caught myself making it easier for
you to see. When Sarah came to me with her discovery that you were
peeking through her door, I felt guilt and jealousy at the same time.
Guilt that I was leading you on and jealousy that you would 'switch'
your voyeuristic practices to another woman! I decided that it had to
stop. That's why I was preparing to punish you after the rally. Now
have I shocked you?"
"No, I'm not shocked! What you've just said, gives me hope that
there's a real chance that my fantasies about you will someday come
true! Don't you see, we both want the same thing. That's because we
both love each other! We want to share that most "precious" example of
love between two people that can be shared. Forget about the stigma of
incest. It's only there for two reasons. The first, to protect the
woman from bearing an impaired child. In this age, there are
sufficient methods to avoid your becoming pregnant. The second, is to
protect the 'minor' from being 'used' by the adult. If you think about
it, neither one of us is 'using' the other! You yourself, don't treat
me as a child, so why would I need protection from someone who loves me
as an equal. Besides, we don't have to do anything you find your not
comfortable doing with a male, afterall, I no longer should be
considered a male. We can be two females making love! If, after
you've taught me how to be your female lover and partner, you want to
fulfill 'the dream', we can share our love as man and woman. I will
always respect your wishes and would never feel 'used' by you! I love
you as you love me!"
"Eve, that's the sweetest and most endearing profession of sensitivity
I've ever heard. Your right! Neither one of us could 'use' the other.
And you also right about our not needing to obey the precepts against
incest. Those reasons are not valid in our circumstances. While you
may be short a few years, according to social standards, your
statements alone prove your mentally and psychologically an adult. I
know that I want you lying next to me tonight as Eve. Let's let what
happens between us, happen."
With that resolved, we turned back the covers, dimmed the lights and
crawled into bed next to each other. It's not the readers privilege to
intrude into our privacy, nor will I describe what occurred between us
in any detail. Let me simply state that I not only enjoyed the
privilege of being taught lesbian love play, but just before sunrise,
my Aunt came to an enjoyable understanding of the fulfillment one can
achieve in a heterosexual relationship. Late in the morning, with my
Aunt's arms wrapped around me, we fell asleep, cuddling like two spoons
in a drawer.
We didn't awake until noon, then lounged around the bedroom till about
2:00, finally deciding to go downstairs and explain the situation to
Sarah and Mary. My Aunt helped me dress. I wore the clothes from the
day before, only changing my undies. Only after my Aunt was thoroughly
satisfied with my appearance did either of us venture out of her
bedroom. We silently descended the stairs. Hearing muted voices from
the kitchen we approached on tip-toes. Auntie had me wait just outside
the kitchen door, cautioning me to be silent until she called for me.
Carefully entering the room she discovered both Sarah and Mary relaxing
over a cup of tea, discussing what possible reasons the two of us had
slept together and why so late. So engrossed were they in their
speculations, they didn't hear my Aunt enter. Leaving the door
slightly ajar, so I could hear the conversation, she moved closer,
hidden from the servant's sight by the counter.
"Maybe the young master is ill?" questioned Mary.
"If that were the case, why hasn't the mistress called for the doctor?"
Sarah replied. "It must be something else! I just can't imagine what
it could it be though. I think something strange is going on. Miss
Lilly doesn't even allow me to sleep through the night in her bed!
Yesterday was also strange. When they returned from the rally, do you
remember ever seeing Master Robert? I don't!" stated Sarah.
"No!" replied Mary. "When they came in from the garage, the mistress
called both of us into the den to talk to us about something and then
changed her mind. I assume that's when her nephew went upstairs. I
never saw him the entire evening. Miss Lilly came down later and had
me fix a light snack for the two of them, but she took it upstairs
herself. Are you sure he even came home with her?"
"Oh yes, he's upstairs and in her bedroom. When I went up to ask her
if she wanted me to be with her last night, you know what I mean, I
thought she might be in the 'mood', I overheard their voices through
the door. When I knocked, Miss Lilly didn't even open it. Instead she
said my services wouldn't be needed. That's another strange thing, she
didn't try to hide the fact that we're lovers from her nephew. Maybe
she's finally told him about us and he so shocked he won't come down."
Mary interrupted. "Even if she did finally tell him about you two, I
can't believe he's upset over it. He loves his Aunt too much!
Besides, he knows we all love him, so there's no need for him to feel
embarrassed. He's the sweetest and most gentle young boy I've ever
seen. In fact, he's so sweet it's just too bad he wasn't born a girl."
Sarah looked at Mary, then cautiously spoke.
"We both love the boy, but your right, I think he would have been
better off if he had been born a girl. Both you and I have discussed
this topic before and so have I and Miss Lilly spoken about it. She
thinks exactly as we do, he would have made a prettier girl. If he was
female, it would certainly make my life easier in this household, yours
too. We wouldn't have to be so prim and proper when he's around. I
hope Lilly did finally tell him about the two of us. I would prefer we
didn't have to hide it from him. Haven't you also noticed that he has
many feminine mannerism. Sometimes I think he loves Miss Lilly so much
he tries to copy her gestures. Every time I observe him being delicate
and ladylike I feel concern for him. I think he's going to have a very
difficult time as a man. Do you think he may be turning gay! If
that's the case, maybe I should take him to my "bed" and "teach" him
about sex before that happens. You know, just to protect him from
"liking men! What do you think?" Sarah, with a giggle in her voice,
asked.
That's when my Aunt let her presence be known by saying.
"That seems like a strange concern from a woman who herself is gay, or
is it okay for women to be lesbians and not okay for males to be
lovers?
Both women's heads turned toward where Auntie stood with her hands at
her hips. Mary attempted to come to Sarah's defense by saying.
"We meant no harm, mum! It's just, we both love young master Robert so
much that we only want the best for him. You yourself have stated it
would be better if this were only a household of women."
Sarah, hoping to change the subject, inquired. "Is your nephew okay?
Is there anything you need of us? Master Robert isn't sick, is he?"
"No, my nephew is definitely not ill. In fact, he's probably feeling
the very best he can be! Ladies, let's get back to the conversation I
overheard. So, you two would like it better if this was a household of
only women, would you? Well, your going to get your wish. My nephew
is leaving us forever. In fact, he's already gone! In his place, my
niece Eve is going to join the household. I'm sure you'll love her
even more than my nephew, just as I do already."
"Oh mum, you didn't send Master Robert away did you? I love the boy, I
didn't want him to leave. It's just the mumbling of an 'old woman'
wishing he had been born a girl."
"Quit your kvetching! I'm sure you won't even miss my nephew. Here,
let me call my niece so you can meet her. Eve, won't you join us!"
That was my signal to enter. Striding purposely into the kitchen, my
heels tapping on the tile floor, I strode up to where they sat and
politely curtseyed to the two stunned women as my Aunt beamed a smile
at me.
Sarah was the first to speak, "Robert, it is YOU! Your lovely! I can't
believe my eyes. If I didn't know you so well I'd never have guessed
you weren't a girl." Then a sly twinkle appeared in the corners of her
eyes and she said. "Mary, we've had a trick pulled on us. How long
have you two "ladies" been keeping this a secret. How long has Master
Robert, I mean Eve, been dressing this way and what was 'she' doing in
your bedroom last night. It's obvious 'she' didn't just learn how to
put make-up on by herself or how to walk that way. Well, do we get to
hear the truth."
We spent the next two hours explaining everything that had occurred, in
detail. The obvious questions came up and we answered them, hiding
nothing. When we finished, Sarah and Mary were as happy about the life
I had chosen as were my Aunt and I, both promising, more than once, to
assist me in my transformation. They also expressed their happiness
that my Aunt had finally discovered how wonderfully fulfilling sex
between the genders could be if the two people were "right" for each
other. Neither one of the servants had a problem with us being
related. Mary, made all of us laugh when she quaintly lamented.
"This is the first time in my life I wish I were you, Sarah! You'll
get to spend more time dressing and caring for the young miss than I
will. Knowing you, I'm sure you'll 'teach' her things that have
nothing to do with being a 'lady'."
Before my Aunt could respond, the phone rang. Sarah answered it, then
handed the instrument to my Aunt. It was one of the club members
asking if we still wanted to go shopping as had been planned. My Aunt
made her apologies, stating that yesterday had been so exciting for the
both of us that we were tired and wanted to rest. She promised we
would reschedule soon and thanked her for the offer. Turning to me she
said.
"I hope you don't mind, we'll still go shopping, I just didn't want it
to become a circus! Is that okay with you Eve?" "Of course, Auntie." I
replied.
Without further ado, we made our plans and left to go shopping for
feminine apparel that would fit me better. Aunt Lilly invited Sarah to
join us. My Aunt had decided to buy me an entire new wardrobe. Since
I would be trying on mostly slips, skirts and dresses we decided to
wear heels and hose. It also made my passing easier. We piled into
the car and drove to the nearest mall. On the way we decided that it
would be better if we three stuck together, thereby giving the
saleswomen less chance to concentrate on me in case I made a mistake or
someone became suspicious. As it turned out, we needn't have concerned
ourselves, I passed with flying colors. It was one of the greatest
days of my life. I went from store to store trying on and buying,
skirts, blouses, tops, pants, shorts, lingerie, shoes, belts and
jewelry. We made sure we didn't buy too much from any one store so as
not to raise suspicions as to why I needed so many new items for my
wardrobe. The most fun was the lingerie departments. The colors and
textures were simply marvelous and some of the exotic items brought a
wondrous blush to my cheeks, which, of course, wasn't missed by either
of the women. By this time, we were so pleased with ourselves
concerning my ability to fool the various saleswomen that when we spied
a free cosmetics seminar Aunt Lilly suggested I take advantage of the
opportunity. I was somewhat scared, but the two of them goaded me into
it and when the young company representative also pressured me by
offering to seat me in a partitioned area where only my companions
could see ... I reluctantly agreed.
After taking my place on the tall stool, crossing one leg over the
other and adjusting my skirt, as any proper young lady would do, the
woman went to work. First, removing my make-up, she applied a new
base, eye shadow, mascara, blusher and lipstick. Having Terry, that
was the cosmetician's name, work on my features as she explained how
and why she had selected the various products and shades felt
wonderfully sensuous. I was putty in her hands. She even took the
time to pluck out some hair from my eyebrows giving them an arched
look, definitely more feminine. All the while my Aunt listened most
attentively, agreeing with Terry's suggestions and advice. During this
process, I wasn't able to see my features as Terry worked on me.
Finally, when she was finished, I was handed a mirror. The results
were fantastic! Terry obviously knew her art. Where before I looked
good enough to pass, now I was actually stunning. My Aunt agreed that
the products Terry had recommended were perfect for me and we purchased
the lot, including additional items she suggested that would also work.
Then in a moment of total surprise, she softly whispered.
"Eve, here is my card, if you need additional help, I'll be happy to
come to your house for a private consultation, free of charge. You
needn't worry, your secret is safe with me. Your not the first male
I've helped. I can also suggest a doctor who will prescribe hormone
shots and pills which you'll need shortly, Your facial hair is starting
to grow and shaving is definitely the wrong way to go. In addition,
the prescription will do wonders for your skin tone and might even help
you develop real breasts. Call me at my home number if you want my
help." Then bending she gently kissed my cheek and winked.
I hadn't fooled her at all! However, what she was offering made me
glad I hadn't. I thanked her for her kindness and promised she would
definitely hear from me. Then, with a squeeze of my hand, we parted.
My companions had overheard Terry's offer and when we were alone that's
all we could talk about. Deciding that this was the high point of the
day and our arms loaded with packages (we had already dropped some of
our purchases off in the car), we headed for home. The shopping had
been a complete success.
Upon returning home we boxed up all my male clothing, hid it in the
attic and placed all my new clothes into my dresser drawers and closet.
It had been such an exciting day that when evening came I fell asleep
almost immediately. In the middle of the night, I awoke in terror. I
had dreamt that everything that had happened was just a lie. Even
though dressed in a pink flowing nightgown, I was still confused and
scared. Rushing to the door of my Aunt's bedroom, I called out to her!
As I stood in the open doorway I heard two feminine voices call out to
me. Then I heard my Aunt say. "It's OK, don't be scared. Honey, come
lie down between Sarah and I."
Now I knew that I had been dreaming. Climbing over the foot of the bed
I was welcomed into the warm reassuring arms of both women. Placing me
between them we hugged and cuddled until I fell asleep wrapped in both
their arm's.
That summer went quickly, I enjoyed all the experiences of being female
that now opened up to me. I went to the beach in a lovely, slightly
conservative two piece suit and even developed tan lines. I went to
the beauty shop owned by our friend from the club. Initially after
hours, until my hair grew out and then during regular business hours.
Oh, what a thrill!
I called Terry. She came over and took me to the doctor she had
mentioned at our first meeting. Auntie, of course, went with us. To
my surprise, the doctor was a gynaecologist and female. After a most
thorough examination, the doctor, who was also a psychologist
(specializing in rape and victim therapy), met first with me and then
with all of us. Afterwards, she stated. "In order for Eve to become
well adjusted in adult society, you should officially change your name,
destroy all male gender clothing, dress in only feminine attire and be
introduced as Lilly's niece! The reason that I recommend this for you
is that it will please you and thereby, even though you wouldn't really
be a female, enhance your self-worth, self-image and your ability to
survive in society as an adult."
We quickly agreed with the doctor's recommendations, whereupon I
received a starter shot of hormones and a prescription for pills. The
doctor explained that since I was still in the early stages of puberty
I could initially expect a conflict with-in my system until the new
female hormones overcame the ones produced by my own glands. This
would take about thirty days. After that my glands would no longer
actively produce male hormones and in some cases actually begin to
produce female hormones. This would cause my skin to become softer, my
hips to flair out, my facial and body hair to become softer and less
noticeable and my voice to become naturally feminine. Other effects
would be a stoppage in the production of sperm and a less sensitive
penis. The doctor assured me that while it would be harder for me to
get an erection and longer between erections, I would still be
physically able to perform insertion and I would still enjoy an orgasm,
but without sperm cells in my fluid. A benefit of this was I wouldn't
expose my true gender by getting an erection under my feminine apparel
and I would last longer before I climaxed. She said it was a
compromise I must learn to live with. I assured her it was a small
price to pay to be a woman. Smiling, the doctor replied.
"Yes, isn't it wonderful being female!"
Getting dressed, we left the doctor's office and returned home.
The next six months were a whirlwind of activity. For the readers
benefit, I'll highlight only those events which I remember as special.
As a result of my gender switch I now took pleasure from fooling
people! At first, I was naturally apprehensive and shied away from
those few individuals who might know Robert from his past life. But as
those unexpected meetings occurred and no suspicions were aroused, I
became more comfortable. The few neighbors we had were easily
convinced that I was Aunt Lilly's visiting niece. Being a girl, on an
everyday basis, enhanced my ability to pass and eventually all male
tendencies and mannerism completely disappeared, I felt totally
comfortable in my new identity. By now my hair had grown and was
styled in a cute flip with bangs. I had developed 34 B sized breasts,
my skin had a softness and sheen like a young girls, my hips had
widened and my buns had taken-on a feminine roundness. In addition my
body hair had lightened and the vestiges of facial hair I had, became a
light "peach fuzz". All in all, my new life was wonderful. I was able
to do and be all the things I had always desired. I especially enjoyed
getting dressed each morning. Selecting my outfits not only for their
appearance, but also for the way they felt against my newly developing
feminine body. My relationship with my Aunt was even closer. She
spent uncountable hours teaching me all the little nuances of being
female and a lady. We spent a lot of leisure time at the malls, not
buying, just shopping. It was a great place to practice my training.
Auntie and I enjoyed just being feminine together. I discovered I now
enjoyed being noticed. Women and girls never "saw" me as a boy, now
the opposite was true. Both men and women "checked" me over. The
women for my appearance and the men for my body. I discovered the
power a woman has over men just by crossing her legs or by adjusting
her clothing. I soon learned the effect a casual smile or raised hem
had on a male. There were of course, men too strong willed and teasing
them was dangerous. Both Auntie and Sarah taught me how to recognize
those individuals and to act offended by their advances. On our
shopping trips, I polished my teasing techniques, till they became
second nature. We went and did all kinds of things, which as a boy,
had been closed to me. I was thrilled when the members of my Aunt's
club inducted me as one of them. To be a member instead of a mascot
not only gave me a warm glow of pride, but also meant that they had
totally accepted my transformation. By Thanksgiving, I had totally
mastered being feminine. All my actions, speech patterns and facial
expressions came naturally and were gender correct. I had "grown" into
the role so well, that I never even visualized my old self. Robert no
longer existed! Having a dick inside my panties was the only aspect of
being male I enjoyed. I will admit, there were times I wished I had a
real pussy.
The End
(c) 1996 Kresha Matay